Today was Mum’s memory assessment.
We arrived early at Mum’s house because she’d called us the night before asking if the visitors would be rummaging in her bedroom or wanting to look at bank statements.
We set her mind to rest as the first two arrived closely followed by a third.
Gill and I were asked to step into the kitchen with one of them and were grilled for all the details of her state of mind and any relevant history while the others completed a separate assessment with her.
It felt a bit like tattling but it was good to unload. She asked a lot of pointy questions which led us to recall things which were actually quite relevant.
A diagnosis will follow perhaps when we see the consultant in a few weeks.
It will be dementia, that’s obvious, but the MRI may help to pinpoint which type.
We know it’s progressive and, according to today’s visitors, she’s much like many folk they assess, no better, no worse.
It’s still a hard pill to swallow.
After a diagnosis, it may be the right time to inform my disinterested brothers.
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On a brighter note, I’ve found my specs so can see how filthy my screen. Looks like someone’s sneezed on it!
Techy-me bought a booster for my home wifi and it is brilliant – well until the kids come home and gobble up all my band width.
